Eons of rain had chiselled the Mountains of Vardez into a majestic labyrinth that provided a safe haven for petty thieves, smugglers and outlaws. Cairfax Munroe was one of them, a charismatic con man who had cheated naive villagers out of their inheritance.
The footsteps of his pursuers ricocheted against the cave walls as if to make ominously clear that escaping their wrath was impossible. But Cairfax knew these hollow halls would protect him. And indeed, the sounds subsided, until just the echo of his own breath remained.
As he counted his bounty, the yellow bolts of a violent thunderstorm raging outside lit the dusky caves in erratic intervals. Cairfax did not get worried until the lightning slowed down and then stopped altogether, even as the thunderclaps still boomed regularly above.
***
That night the infant son of a conned villager was treated to a new nursery rhyme.
The Mountains of Vardez,
A comfortable womb.
The Mountains of Vardez,
Yet sometimes a tomb.
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There is nothing more delightful to me than a well written flash fiction. This one delighted me! Thank you1
thank you. glad you enjoyed it.
A masterpiece indeed 🙂
I love it. Thanks for stopping by my blog once more.
Wow, that is one great piece of writing. I really enjoyed it and it’s one that will stick in my mind for a good few days.
How do you manage to write such captivating pieces of fiction. Love each one of your stories 🙂 Keep writing.